Liberation Things looked bleak. When beauty is but a burden rather than a blessing and winter looms an icy fate as punishment for vanity, that isn't...
Sitting on a hard-backed plastic chair in a circle with other mothers to be; their husbands smiling at their sides, hands clasped, happy to be there...
Not sure who first day is scarier for - child or mother but handing over my lovingly home educated 6 year old to her first day of school seemed a little scary to me though I was jolly and breezy about it.
It started with beginnings and you think there is no end. But there could be and there should be, forever's only if it's meant to be. You don't know...
There is something compelling and slightly unsettling the way the rain strikes my face hits my cheeks and my lips. Droplets drum a delightful pattern...